Timeline:

*Harry physically ages 1 human year for every 100 years.

0 yrs - Harry is born

8 human yrs of age/800 yrs - Harry breaks his mothers vase

11 human yrs of age/1100 yrs - Queen Arnora dies

16 human yrs of age/1600 yrs - Hela is banished, Harry becomes Crown Prince

19 human yrs of age/1900 yrs - Odin marries Princess Frigga of Vanaheim

300 years later...

Haraldr Magnus, Crown Prince of Asgard and God of Magic, stood before the floor-length mirror in his drawing room. He was tall and thin, with long black hair that touched his shoulders and emerald eyes that shone with untapped power. A long, deadly sword was strapped to his hip, resting over black and gold armor; the tell-tale colors of Asgardian royalty. The bracers over his wrists were made of intricate leather, not carved metal.

The prince was a powerful sorcerer who preferred to wear leather and cloth over his wrists rather than metal. He preferred to cast spells without the metal getting in his way. Something about metal bracers and casting spells never felt right to him. Across his back was a long, powder blue cloak that once belonged to his mother Arnora.

A blue cloak was usually only worn by Valkyrie and Magnus chose the cloak to honor his mother. Hela preferred a black and green cloak because of her abilities as the Goddess of Death. Hela always loved that co-…

He stopped that train of thought before it got started. No! He wasn't going to think about her. It hurt too much. Every day that passed without his sister was torture. Father had made it clear Hela wasn't to be talked about or even remembered anymore. Hela was banished and as far as father was concerned, she was as good as dead.

He had gone to great lengths to remove any trace of Hela from the halls of Asgard. The old paintings and murals had been covered up with new slabs of rock and new paintings were carved over them. The statues depicting Hela and Haraldr together were torn down and sent over the great waterfall. Lastly, Fenris, Hela's beloved pup that she'd raised since she was old enough to walk as a birthday present from Odin, was led off in chains to a place even the prince didn't know of.

Deep in his gut, Haraldr knew what happened to Hela's beloved Fenris. She'd been killed.

Now his father was getting married to Princess Frigga, of Vanaheim. Magnus wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he certainly knew better than to express his doubts or disagreements. Frigga was nice and had the makings of a good Queen and wife, but she wasn't his mother.

Arnora held a special place in his heart...like Hela...and it seemed like an insult to his mother's memory to welcome another mother. He wouldn't cause trouble, no he knew better than that, but that didn't mean there had to be any real love between them. He would bow to her and respect her as the Queen of Asgard and his father's wife but nothing more.

Since Hela's banishment the prince had changed. He was no longer called Magnus anymore, only Prince Haraldr. As the Heir to the throne, Haraldr knew his time as a carefree child, as Magnus, was over. He was a prince now, and it was expected of him to remain a faithful and perfect candidate to the throne.

Haraldr, shook himself out of the painful memories he was trapped in. Carefully, he adjusted the armor and cloak he wore one last time before he walked to the door. There was a wedding to attend.

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Asgardians were a simple people. They had technology at their fingertips that would make more than half of the nine universes' jaws drop in shock. However, while their fighting techniques and tech grew, their decorating and celebration styles...well, they hadn't changed much in the last twelve million years.

The most decorations Asgardians put up for special events ended at sparkling gold dishes and overly large kegs of beer. That was it. The more practical, the better.

Vanaheim, however, was different. They were warriors like Asgardians, but they didn't just live for war. Vanaheim were well renowned sorcerers. They also were bards, singers, musicians, writers, philosophers and so much more. Asgardians did have a lot of respect for Vanaheim. And many who hailed from Vanaheim choose to fight and die for Asgard.

That was why when Odin began to court the youngest princess of Vanaheim there was no outrage at the choice of his potential wife. Everyone except the Crown Prince. Haraldr didn't dislike Princess Frigga, she was actually a very kind, warm, and loving Princess, but he couldn't in his right mind accept her as his mother.

Sooner than he would have liked, he was before the doors to the throne room. Expensive doors gave up an impressive look decorated by intricate rooms and oozed power. The Prince himself was proving to be a very powerful sorcerer and a terrifying warrior as well.

The guards on either side of the door bowed to the Prince as he walked in and took his place at the front of the room. The Lords and Ladies of Asgard all inclined their heads respectfully as he walked down the long golden aisle. With practiced footsteps, and his shoulders pulled back proudly, he walked up the steps to take his place on the raised dais. While he was not allowed to sit on his father's throne, he was expected to fill in for the King's duties today.

Prince Haraldr gracefully turned on his heel so he was facing the audience and all the conversation in the room stilled. "People of Asgard, today we gather to celebrate the marriage of Odin All-Father and his intended bride, Princess Frigga of Vanaheim. It is on this day we celebrate new beginnings, alliances old and new, cherished relationships and most of all, love. As the first-born son of Odin, it is my right and duty to welcome all visitors, commonfolk, Lord and Ladies to this beautiful ceremony. And allow me to say what a pleasure it is to have you all with us."

Haraldr stopped, and let his eyes roam over the congregation. Their eyes were riveted on him, soaking up his words in silence. The prince had complete control over the room.

"For many years, I have watched my father mourn the death of my late mother Arnora. Her death brought sadness to the royal family of Asgard and all those who knew her. The late Queen Arnora, was an excellent mother, a talented queen, a lady of Asgard and a fierce and respected Valkyrian soldier who believed in the vision of Asgard. For years after my mother's death, my father mourned for her. He loved her with all of his heart and was heartbroken to see her go. While surely my mother's soul rests in Valhalla, that did not stop the pain of those she left behind. That was until my father met the beautiful Princess Frigga. I watched something more than a common relationship between the two. I watched my father, a staunch king and warrior, turn into a poet, a romanticist and so much more as his heart was stolen."

A murmur of laughter spread through the crowd at the prince's words. It was a funny picture indeed to think of Odin as such a... gentle person.

"I have come to love Princess Frigga just as much as my own mother," no one but Heimdall, who stood at the foot of the golden stairs, saw the prince's jaw clench at the amounts of beautifully spun lies the young ruler had just been forced to speak. "and it is with pride, and my full heart that I welcome Princess Frigga to Asgard and into the royal family. Without further ado I present to you King Odin, All-Father, and his soon to be wife, Princess Frigga, as they exchange their marriage vows."

A gentle applause spread through the room and all eyes turned to the broad doors the Prince himself had just passed through. It was enough of a distraction that gave Haraldr the perfect opportunity to step off the raised platform down onto the floor below.

Shortly, the doors swung open again to admit Odin escorting his new bride down the aisle. Since Asgardians weren't specifically religious enough to warrant a preacher marrying them, Heimdall was more than qualified to marry the King and his new wife.

Prince Haraldr watched with fake adoration and attention as his father and future-no current mother- recited their marriage vows. Before long, his father invited the guests to attend the feast that had been prepared in the feast hall.

Numbly, he walked out of the room several paces behind his father and mother. Upon entering the feast hall, he immediately took his place on his father's left side and waited for the rest of the guests to take their places as well.

Once everyone was seated, Odin stood. "Friends old and new, family, and new acquaintances. It has been an honor to receive you as you have all graciously come to watch the wedding of I and my beautiful wife, Frigga. Eat, drink, celebrate!"

The crowd cheered as servants appeared, placing heaping platters down on the stone tables. The platters were so big they required two Asgardians to move them.

Odin reached forward to place a large cut of boar meat on his plate, officially starting the feast and their guests followed suit. The hall was filled with loud sounds of plates and forks hitting each other and boisterous laughter as the ale was handed out. Haraldr filled his plate with food while keeping a wary eye on his 'new' mother who was seated across from him.

While Odin was courting the Princess, it wasn't uncommon for Frigga to join them for dinner and lunch, but this was the first time it seemed real. His Father had finally gotten married to another woman. Frigga was now a permanent part of Haraldr's life and there was no escaping it.

Arnora was dead.

Hela was banished.

Fenris was missing and undoubtedly never coming back.

Haraldr leaned back in his chair and chewed the food in his mouth shower than what was strictly necessary. He felt so alone, in a room and castle so full of people it was suffocating.

Odin leaned forward and caught his son's attention.

"My son, I have heard nothing but praises about your speech before the ceremony. You have honored us with your kind and caring words." Odin praised.

Haraldr dipped his head in a slight bow. "It is you who honors me. However, it was my duty to address our guests, I did no great feat."

The wrinkles around Odin's blue eyes softened. Ever since Odin was forced to banish his first-born child, Haraldr had changed. His son had hardened to bear his new burdens as the new Crown Prince of Asgard but he'd also become timid as well. It wasn't he had become weak or cowardly, no, it was more like Haraldr was constantly skirting around something that Odin couldn't quite place.

Haraldr, when faced with praise he had rightfully earned, always found a way to defer it off of himself. His son worked hard and took his new responsibilities seriously, but found little joy or happiness in his days since Hela was banished so soon after his mother's death.

Most nights Odin took his dinner privately in his study as he worked on new petitions and events concerning the crown. As far as Odin knew, Haraldr still took his dinner in the royal dining room, alone.

Odin knew he'd made mistakes where his son was concerned after the death of Arnora. The King had allowed his grief and lust for vengeance to rule his mind, and both of his children paid for it dearly.

Arnora's death was hard on Haraldr especially. It was never easy when a child lost his own mother at such a young age. Hela seemed to be softer since the day of Haraldr's birth. While Hela certainly hated her father by now and would continue to do so until Ragnarök, there was still one person Hela would do anything for.

Haraldr.

Admittedly, Odin would admit, he'd been everything but an attentive father to his children, and his youngest more so. Hela was the one who stepped in to raise Haraldr when Odin didn't even attempt to.

Simply put, the House of Odin was in shambles. The centuries Odin spent conquering the nine realms may have ensured the vaults increased exponentially in wealth, but Asgard had also suffered. Countless Asgardians died in the wars and Odin's support among his people was at an all-time low. He needed a way to regain the trust and love of his people again, or there would be a revolt.

Odin, as the shrewd king he was, was left to perform damage control. His marriage to Princess Frigga of Vanaheim was one of the large pieces to regaining the sympathy of his people. But deep inside, there was a part of him, a part that was diseased and broken since the death of his first wife, that wished to bring his crushed family back together.

Haraldr, despite being nearly one hundred years from reaching his majority, needed a mother-figure in his life. He needed a father as well, but Odin knew the bridge between him and his son was burned beyond all recognition after the decision to banish Hela.

He hoped and prayed that somehow, Haraldr would accept Frigga and gain the love and attention he needed because Odin was at a loss at what to do now in gaining the love of his son back again.

Odin hadn't been a good king or father for several millennia. Every day he wished he could change what happened to his eldest and stop Arnora from dying. Alas, the past could not be changed, and Odin was left regretting his past decisions and could do no more than to pray for his son's miraculous forgiveness.

"The greatest of honors, is one does without praise or adoration. You have earned the praise, my son. Eat, rejoice, participate in the celebrations. It is yours to claim honorably." Odin rested a battle worn hand on Haraldr's shoulder to emphasize his words.

Frigga decided to enter the conversation. Her tone was light and courteous, but also with a hint of hesitancy as if she wasn't sure how far to push herself into the conversation her husband and son were having alone. "Your father is correct. There is no shame in accepting praise where it is rightfully earned. I thank you for your kind and generous words you have spoken today. You have not only honored your father, but I as well, and I thank you."

Frigga gave her husband's heir a warm smile. Her eyes however, didn't fail to see how Haraldr's back stiffened when she started speaking. It always happened during their strained conversations and Haraldr had made it clear that while she was newly married to the King of Asgard, she had absolutely no claim over the young prince as a mother. His speech at the beginning of the marriage ceremony was proof of that, having mentioned his mother's death at their wedding.

Haraldr's head cocked slightly to the side in a slightly informal bow directed towards her. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"My son," Odin began. Odin was no fool to what reactions his son was giving to his newest wife. Odin loved his son just as much as he loved Frigga and couldn't stand to see them at such odds. "You have shown that you are a capable leader and prince, and I am proud of you, my son. You gifted us with your words, it is only fair we offer you something in return."

Haraldr turned to look at his father in fascination. Odin rarely gave gifts, not since- No! He was not going to remember her. The one who Frigga is the exact opposite of. The one who his heart belonged to fully, and still did despite banishment.

Once Odin held Haraldr's full attention he turned to Frigga and motioned for her to lead the conversation.

"Your father and I know how hard you have worked with your studies, and would like a chance to celebrate your coming of age, and also celebrate our marriage. It has been some time since you've left the palace for a reason other than to fulfill your duties. Your father and I have decided that it is time to travel through the nine realms, together, as a family." Kindness and love flooded through Frigga's eyes as she spoke to her new 'son' for the first time as his mother and queen. She wanted to earn Haraldr's love and affection and care for him as she would her own children, she hoped to have one day. "I know this is new to us all, and I would like to get to know you better, outside of the court and prying eyes. Hopefully this can be a time where we can all learn more about each other and reforge old connections."

Haraldr, pursed his lips. The idea of spending a large amount of time with Frigga and his father without having the protection and countless excuses that came with running the entire nine realms wasn't a welcome one. And the Crown Prince certainly wouldn't call this little 'trip', a healthy vacation to 'get to know each other better'. But alas, Haraldr needed to remain on good graces with Odin's new wife and by extension, Odin himself or risk being banished not unlike Hela.

"As you wish. I shall prepare to leave as soon as arrangements can be made." Haraldr dipped his head in a deep bow and looked to his father for permission to leave the feast table. His plate was still completely filled with food that he clearly hadn't eaten.

A pained and hard to read expression crossed Odin's face as his son asked permission to leave the table without hardly eating his food. With a small nod, Odin gave his permission for Haraldr to leave.

"Farewell, Father." Haraldr stood and pushed his chair backwards. There was a noticeable hesitation before the prince inclined his head to Frigga as well. "My Queen."

Haraldr walked away from the raised table and headed for a darkened corner of the feast hall, seeking refuge in the shadows and flickering lights from the lit braziers around the room. Odin watched morosely as his heir slipped into the shadows, blue Valkyrian cloak brushing and floor, sashaying silently with every step his son took away from his father and his newest wife.

Odin, the God of Wisdom, hadn't the faintest clue how to fix his broken son. The King's blue eyes looked around the expansive hall he sat in. All the partygoers hadn't missed the way the King of Asgard's heir had left so abruptly. Whispers and looks haunted Odin from where he sat, helpless in the center of the hall.

How could he repair his broken family, let alone the broken kingdom and nine universes that were now under his rule?

All he knew was one thing. He needed to find to fix or bury all that was wrong with his family and kingdom.

Lest they bury him.